The heart is young
And the soul beautiful
Light shines through
The transparent moments
Beauty is what we seek
And it follows us
Beautiful thoughts elate
Dreams help us to fly
And make a difference
Let’s embrace the beauty
Abundant of love, always
We want to leave a gift
Worthy of the future generation
Let love rule within
And we can die beautiful
Peace shall reign supreme

I miss you, my beautiful friend.
I can't understand these feelings.
They seem so strange to me.

But still!

I miss you, and feel very lonely without you.
It's so hard for me to go.
This hurts so much!

Because, I miss all that we do.

Somebody I want to be with; a beautiful, kind,
Patient, and smiling you.

I do understand why this can never happen.

But still!

Is this so impossible to do?

What is this called, that I feel for you?

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Life is full of empty holes.

Emptiness, A hole, has opened to be filled.

Looking down.
I see honor, sorrow, loss and separation.

My loss brings tears,
So much pain!

Emptiness, a chance for a new beginning.
Can this be a good thing?
Holes to be filled with new dreams and other things.

Emptiness, holes flood with passion,
New friends, new dreams, new love,
Open heart and open mind.

Life is full of empty holes,
That need to be filled.

© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Whenever I travelled
I saw men living from empty cups
Their life on their knees
Must have hurt

They were given a family
They once must have thought that they would stand
And command the crowds
But they pled to them instead

I saw only once
A woman before an empty cup
Head bowed and belly empty
Call me sexist, but
She was the subject of my charity

It seems to me
The streets are full of those
Who grew to hate life
But she had the potential
To make two lost souls from one

Call me sexist, but
I wanted to raise her from the streets
Lest she raise another
Child of the lamplight
From an empty cup

I can see so many empty faces
Shrouded in mystery
Nothing seems to give away
The real feelings
The eyes are windows no more
And the mouth utters flimsy words
Masked faces hiding the real one
Can I really face them?
I want to turn away from the lies
The veneer of polish makes them appealing
What’s worth the words?
Never means anything
Only the soul dies a little everyday
But who cares